Versace SS18

Backstage at Versace SS18 be like…

Kendall Jenner

…and Naomi Campbell

~this story is inspired by a quote from Donatella in this article by Vanessa Friedman in The New York Times~

Another day, another interview as a #freshgrad

~Day 29 of being a fresh grad~

Today I had an interview for a reputable fashion editorial dept., which was (of course) granted because I am lucky enough to know a friend of a friend. #privilegepoints

I knew going into it that it would be an unpaid position, but despite my £50k of student loan debt was considering the option of volunteering my time in exchange for meeting new contacts (yes, grad life really IS that bleak, even with a First Class Honours degree from Central Saint Martins…) Well, they made sure to shift the tone of the conversation quickly, making it clear that (a) this was nothing of the sort, not volunteer or work experience (b) they were doing ME a favour by gracing me with their presence and (c) they were serious (read: pretentious) Fashion Journalists. This “prestigious” internship is meant to be full time (with “oh-so gracious” exceptions for those that need to work another job to, well, pay the rent, offers me (a graduate) no school credit and is unpaid other than Zone 1 travel expenses for a minimum of three months.

The best part is you know the director (a famous photog) ain’t slummin’ it while his platoon of unpaid interns keep his side business afloat!


At the 2017 CSM BA Fashion Show

Central Saint Martins held its annual BA Fashion Press Show the other week. Let’s just say the dense consternation, general hopelessness and overwhelming depression was palpable amongst all the debt-clad graduates this year.

For some bizarre reason I hadn’t received my ticket to the show. I realise that normally, one would assume that a notorious Fashion Icon as myself would have a VIP ticket + backstage pass + gift bag + handwritten ‘thank you letter’ with roses afterwards for bestowing my glorious presence upon any fashion-related event… And this is true. But alas, that day I was stuck waiting in the ticketless line for an hour as they made sure there was enough space for me in the standing section. We’ll chalk it down to the usual disorganised chaos that UAL is so well known for.

Anyway, seeing as I’m about as wide (and #lit) as a little burning matchstick, space was readily made.

But the wait was not over.

Oh no, the show this year lasted an astounding 3 HOURS. If this doesn’t belong in the Guinness Book of World Records of longest most anticlimactic catwalk shows of all time, I shudder to think what does. It’s funny, I’ve never noticed my bum falling asleep before during CSM’s Press Shows – I believe this is the true mark of a curatorial fail.

But let’s be clear that I do not blame the students, here. There were some great ideas – such as a superbly glutinous bread ensemble with birthing-hip proportions – it was delicious. This is obviously a great concept that is burnt into my memory. But the over-selection of students (I mean who has time for a 3-hour show, least of all me?!) and most of all the way the students tried so painfully hard to stand out in their sumo-sized class, made a show that was off-kilter at best and excruciating at worst.

But a picture is worth 1,000 words, n’est-ce pas? Therefore I’ll let my video of one of the looks do the talking:


I do worry about the future for these poor, gullible souls. God knows they’ll probably never pay off all that debt within their first few years of being unpaid interns.